There's something strange about this big pink bunny.

I'm sorry," he said again, and this time he took those words and owned them.

Every girl on the planet was familiar to one-last-time e-mail checks.

If she did see, I hoped she' be amazed. Amazed and thankful, because without even asking, she'd received a genuine autograph from a genuine girl from Atlanta. Not just any girl, but a girl who was, frankly, a pretty big deal. A girl who was me.

Also, as an author, character has always been what I'm most interested in - much more so than plot or setting, although those are good things too.

I live in my own little world. But its ok, they know me here.

Yes, that man acted ugly," she told us in plain English. "But throwing more ugliness back at him ain't the answer.